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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.