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 China and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.