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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.