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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.