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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.