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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.