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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.