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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.