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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.