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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.