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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Magma,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Visage,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.