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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.