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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.