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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.