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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.