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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.