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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.