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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.