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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Can,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.