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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.