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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.