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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 marimba and a theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
UT,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.