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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
DNA,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
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.