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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Mars,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.