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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.