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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.