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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.