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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.