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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.