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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.