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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Oneida,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.