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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.