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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.