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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.