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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.