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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions 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 grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.