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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Television,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.