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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.