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 Albania 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.