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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.