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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.