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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Ronan,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.