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 Greece and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.