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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.