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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Echospace,
Jandek,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.