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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.