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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.