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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.