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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Q65,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.