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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.