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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Crime,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.