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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.