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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Television,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.