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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.