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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.