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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.