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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.