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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.