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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Gories to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.