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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.