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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.