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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
New Order,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.