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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.