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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Standells,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.