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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.