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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.