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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Organ,
Can,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.