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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.