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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.