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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.