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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The American Breed 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.