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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.