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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.