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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.