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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.