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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.