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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.