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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.