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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Gong,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
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.