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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.