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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.