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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.