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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.