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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Television,
Can,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.