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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.