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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.