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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.