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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
DNA,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.