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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.