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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.