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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.