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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.