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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
MC5,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
PIL,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.