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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
ABC,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.