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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.