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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.