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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.