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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.