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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.