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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Babytalk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.