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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.