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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Television,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.