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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Can,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.