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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.