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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.