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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.