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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.