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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.