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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.