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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.