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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.