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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.