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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.