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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.