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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.