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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
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.