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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.