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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.