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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.