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 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Television,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Technova,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.