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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 II to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
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The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.