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 Peru and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.