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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.