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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.