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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.