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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.