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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.