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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters 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 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.