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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.