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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 10cc to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.