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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 June of 44 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Can,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.