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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.