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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.