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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.