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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.