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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
ABC,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.