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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.