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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.