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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.