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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.