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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Pole,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.