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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Fear,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Unwound,
The Wake,
cv313,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.