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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.