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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.