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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.