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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.