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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.