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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.