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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Quantec,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.