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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.