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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.