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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.