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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.