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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
MC5,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.