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 Norway 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
MC5,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.