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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.