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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.