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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.