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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Gong,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.