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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.