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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
UT,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.