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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.