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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.