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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
DNA,
MC5,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.