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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.