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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.