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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.