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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
The Gories,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.