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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.