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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.