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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.