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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.