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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.