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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.