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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.