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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.