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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.