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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.