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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.