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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.