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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
JFA,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.