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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.