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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Index 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
MDC,
Television,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.