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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.