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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.