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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.