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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.