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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.