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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Ten City,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.