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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.