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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
PIL,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.