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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.