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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Monks,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.