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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Index,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Erasure,
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.