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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Wings,
Suicide,
Visage,
Little Man,
Nas,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.