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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.