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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
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Robert Görl,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.