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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.