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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.