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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
MC5,
The Standells,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.