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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.