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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.