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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Q65,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.