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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Organ,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.