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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.