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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.