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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.