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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.