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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
UT,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.