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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.