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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Can,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Organ,
The Doors,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
the Association,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.