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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.