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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.