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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.