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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.