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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.