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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.