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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.