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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.