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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.