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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
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.