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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.