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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.