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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Can,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Rekid,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.