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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.