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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.