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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 London 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 marimba 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.