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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Gong,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.