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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.