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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.