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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Cluster,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Sparks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.