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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.