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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.