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 Venezuela 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.