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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.