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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.