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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.