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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.