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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Index,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.