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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Franke,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.