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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
UT,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.