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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.