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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Move,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.