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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.