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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.