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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.