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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.