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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Q65,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.