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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.