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 Estonia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.