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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.