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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.