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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.