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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.