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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.