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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.