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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.