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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
the Association,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.