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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.