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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.