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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.