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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
June Days,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.