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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.