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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.