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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Can,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.