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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
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.