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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 June Days to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Brick,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.