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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Rakim,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Nas,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.