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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.