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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.