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 Poland and from Paris.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.