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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The Litter,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.