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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.