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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.