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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.