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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.