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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.