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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.