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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
X-102,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.