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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
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.