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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.