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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Gong,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.