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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 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?
MC5,
the Slits,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.