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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.