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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.