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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.