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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Wire to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.