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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.