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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Deakin,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.