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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
This Heat,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.