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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Television,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.