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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.