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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.