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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.