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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Japan,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.