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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.