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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.