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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.