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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.