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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.