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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.