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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.