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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.