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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.