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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.