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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.