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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.