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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Can,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.