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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.