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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.