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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.