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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.