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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.