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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.