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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Symarip 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Brick,
Nico,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.