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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
10cc,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.