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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.