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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.