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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.