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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.