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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
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.