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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.