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 Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.