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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.