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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.