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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead C to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.