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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
UT,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.