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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.