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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.