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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.