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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.