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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.