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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.