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 New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.