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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
New Order,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.