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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.