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 Cuba and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.