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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.