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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.