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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.