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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.