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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.