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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
UT,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.