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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Wings,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.