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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.