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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.