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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.