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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.