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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Can,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
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.