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 India and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.