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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.