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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.