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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.