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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.