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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.