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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.