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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.