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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.