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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.