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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.