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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.