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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.