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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.