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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.