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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.