Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.