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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.