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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Magma,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.