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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Can,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.