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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.