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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.