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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lalann to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 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 X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.