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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.