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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Sound,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.