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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.