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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.