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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.