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 United States and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.