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 Tonga 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.