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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.