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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.