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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.