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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.