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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.