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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Josef K,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.