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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.