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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.