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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.