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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.