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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.