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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.