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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.