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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.