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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.