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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.