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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.