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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.