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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
MDC,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.