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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.