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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.