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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
New Order,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.