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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.