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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.