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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.