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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.