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 Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.