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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Can,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.