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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.