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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.