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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.