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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.