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 France and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.