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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.