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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Visage,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.