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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Smog,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.