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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.