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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Gong,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.