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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Magma,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.