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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.