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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.