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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Television,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.