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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.