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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.