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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.