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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.