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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Crime,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.