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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.