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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.