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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.