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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.