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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.