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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.