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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.