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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.