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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.