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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.