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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.