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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.