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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.