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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.