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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.