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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Japan,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.