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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.