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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 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?
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
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.