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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Pole,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.