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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.