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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.