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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.