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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.