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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.