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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.