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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.