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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.