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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.