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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.