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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.