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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.