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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
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.