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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.