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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.