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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.