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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Wake 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.