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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.