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 Togo 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.