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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.