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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.