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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.