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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.