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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.