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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Motions,
Wire,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.