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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.