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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.