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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 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?
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.