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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.