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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.