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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.