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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.