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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.