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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.