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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
DNA,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.