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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Can,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.