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 Ukraine 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.