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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Television,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.