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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.