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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.