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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.