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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.