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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.