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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.