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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
The Monks,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.