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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Quantec,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.