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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Jandek,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
JFA,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.