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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.