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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Index,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.