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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.