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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.