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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.