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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.