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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.