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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.