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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.