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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.