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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.