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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Fear,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.