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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.