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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.