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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.