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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.