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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
New Order,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
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.