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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.