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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.