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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.